Firm Footing: Sunday Trees 256, Oct. 9, 2016

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

13 thoughts on “Firm Footing: Sunday Trees 256, Oct. 9, 2016”

  1. Valerie Halla's avatarsanjuan831

    Such a cool tree pic. Gives “Putting down roots,” true meaning.( Sometimes I just write weird stuff cause I don’t know how to reply, so I go with first reactions and instincts!!!)

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        1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

          No. I planted bristlecone pines as little ornamentals at my house in Wyoming and when I returned this year they were huge. Just realized it was almost forty years ago. No wonder they are huge!!! Memory wants everything to remain the same, but it doesn’t and that time period is nothing compared to your creosote rings, probably.

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          1. bettylouise31's avatarbettylouise31

            I just did an I ternet search. The oldest tree is in CalIfornia’s White Pine forest and is estimate to be 5,066 years old the oldest creosote ring is the King Clone in the Mojave Desert, it’s age is over 11,077 years. I now note it is a preserve which is good.

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  3. hirundine608's avatarhirundine608

    About 20 years ago, I was clearing a site in our woods, for a new house. After felling a large tree and feeling thankful it had not killed me during the process. I was sitting drinking some coffee. Admiring my destructive handiwork, as I sat. I noticed all the little trees, pushing up from the forest floor. Some from the adult tree’s roots and some from the dropped seeds. That’s when the thought struck. “Maybe this is how trees walk”? As part of the whole organism. Moving around the planet. When under attack, some trees will push up chemicals into their foliage, to beat off the attacker. Maybe they even have a type of brain? Not all brains need to be in a cranium, after all. After that tree, a couple more smaller ones and I was done. Thankful the chore was over. Mighty oaks, from little acorns grow.

    Standing under large trees like cottonwood, and staring up from the base of their trunk. Gives a whole new perspective on their growth, for sure. Cheers Jamie.

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